And so,
when my new momentary roommate Pedro asked me if I wanted to go to church for ‘’pasas’’,
I said Yes!
No idea what that meant but hey, adventure time it is!
I vaguely understood it was about food. I had just eaten but so what;
An opportunity to learn is a yes from me.
Turns out ‘’pasas’’ are potatoes. French fries, if you will.
Filled with mayonnaise and fake cheese.
A delicious disaster.
So much joy comes from embracing imperfections.
Those little crooked bends on the road.
Momentous change of plans
Quirky moments of misunderstanding
The grandiose crashing down of fantasy
Or the best one yet: Coming to the end of the line only to realize you have absolutely no idea where you are and what you want to do next.
All hail imperfections!
As I have mentioned before, it’s the simple things in Life that makes all the difference.
Once again, I’ve been welcomed as a friend.
I’ve been offered food, shelter and kinship.
Doing the dishes afterwards seemed like the thing to do.
Life flows easily when acceptance, warm heartedness and clear communication team up to foster an environment suited for growth and freedom.
Been pondering lots about my choices.
About what I believe to be possible for myself.
The environments I gravitate around
One thing I realized yesterday night: I’m never coming back.
This adventurous journey will forever change who I am.
The process of change is already swift and fluid.
All the more powerful now that I am unattached to my home in Montréal.
No one knows me
No one expects anything of me
I can reinvent myself at any moment without causing any disturbance
I like this newfound freedom.
In a new town, meeting new friends, with more beard on my face,
The same Spanish language and a whole new kind of heat.
Here I am in San Agustin Etla and the journey keeps going.
Beautiful post <3